User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-1298206-20130321015219/@comment-1298206-20130325212655

''The water in the area where Tikus was last seen clouds red, but the shrew's head breaks the surface, his long knife, which appears to have been recently used, gripped between his teeth. Tikus grabs onto his oar with both paws and paddles swiftly towards the opposite shore. He pulls himself out of the river and onto the bank, his oar in one paw and his long knife in the other''